Language is a spiritual mansion in which you live and nobody has the right to evict you.

Strict seriousness was far more dangerous than any joke.

Fidelity is for phonographs

... a fellow can't predict what he will pick up in the form of influence.

In here, the human bosom -- mine, yours, everybody's -- there isn't just one soul. There's a lot of souls. But there are two main ones, the real soul and a pretender soul. Now! Every man realizes that he has to love something or somebody. He feels that he must go outward. 'If thou canst not love, what art thou?' Are you with me?

Readiness to answer all questions is the infallible sign of stupidity.

I think that New York is not the cultural centre of America, but the business and administrative centre of American culture.